When I was young I celebrated Lent. I usually gave something up like candy or, when I was older, swearing. I remember hearing that by changing behavior for the forty days, the length of the Lenten season, our habits change. I feel like I’ve developed a new habit in walking these past 46 days.
It’s not a question anymore whether I’ll walk or not. My daily walk has become a part of the family routine like taking out the garbage and eating dinner together. My husband asks when I’ll fit it in each day to see if he can come with me. When I invited Tessa to come on my walk tonight she said, “Can I go tomorrow night instead? It’s raining tonight.” Sure, I said, both of us knowing a walk is in my future tomorrow.
I like the comfort of knowing I’m using my body everyday. I kind of even understand why people exercise as a way to relieve stress. I find that I’m less tense after a walk, more relaxed. Even if I’m grumbly about an issue when I first start out, by the time I get home, I’ve usually thought it through.
Now that I’ve met two goals, first my mile walk, then my two mile walk, well the FOUR mile hike (yes, I’m still proud of myself), I’m wondering what to strive for now. I like having something to work towards. I want the next one to be a stretch. Now that I know my body better, I know how much more I can ask of her. I’ll ponder this over the next few days.